Quote

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

Diana Gabaldon

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
Kissing
Lips
Begin
Hundred
Thousand
Tell
Kisses
Dwell
Score

More quotes by Diana Gabaldon

Image
It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have the time.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
I'll leave it to you, Sassenach, he said dryly, to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
I'll scream! Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm you've got good lungs.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
Time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is-in the blink of an eye, a mother can see the child again as they were when they were born, when they learned how to walk, as they were at any age-at any time, even when the child is fully grown or a parent themselves.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, he said, so softly I could barely hear him, here in the dark, with you… I have no name.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
Blood of my Blood, he whispered, and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
What are you doing with the child? I inquired cautiously. I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet, he explained.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
......what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna already curled up like sheep's wool. He glanced at me, and a half-smile lit his face, inspite of his obvious perturbation. Judging by the state of your hair, Sassenach, I should say that it's going to rain verra soon now.
Diana Gabaldon
Image
With that height, plus a face of an ugliness so transcendant as to be grotesquely beautiful, it was obvious why she had embraced a religious life--Christ was the only man from whom she might expect embrace in return.
Diana Gabaldon